My students and I are quickly preparing for a night called "Celebration of Learning." You know, a night where parents come to oohh and ahh over their children's achievements. Anyway, it's third period and we've just had some thoughtful discussion about S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders, I'm sure :) My students close their novels and begin to pack up. Before we transition to fourth period, I pass out their poetry project posters and give them one simple direction. "Find an empty, appropriate space in the room. Grab some tape from the various dispensers on the back table and hang your poster up." After that I answer the general questions like, "Anywhere, Ms. Jones? Even the whiteboard?" Then, students are up, gliding around the classroom, contemplating that perfect spot for their posters. Tape leaves the roll, chairs begin to move for the top spots, and everyone starts admiring the work of peers. Admist the ruckus, I attempt to monitor the girl on her tip-toes in a chair by the television, offer suggestions as to how much tape everyone should use, and the like. And then, I realize the rise of a sound...a note, if you will coming from the middle of the classroom. I glance over to see one of my students standing in the center of our chaotic little world with his hands above his head singing, "AHHHH!" at the top of his lungs. Slowly, I approach his little bubble and tap him on the shoulder. Of course, his eyes are closed during his solo and I scare the notes right out of him. Unsure of how to handle this performance and well aware of the nineteen pairs of eyes waiting for my reaction, I ask our superstar to step outside. As the door closes, I say a little prayer for his parents, and ask, "What in the world were you doing?" And, as serious as a heart attack, he says, "I don't know. The feeling just moved me..."
This is my world, people, in the land of seventh grade.
So, when the wedding stress combines with teaching stress, I'll take the advice of that student (who by the way, will legally be able to drive a car this year) and let the feeling move me.
